I stroked a hand up her leg. “I’ve been wanting to test how smooth your skin is all day.”

She shivered. I caressed her calf, behind her knee, her thigh. My hand disappeared under the skirt of her dress.

She sucked in a deep breath. “It makes sense for the CEO…” I toyed with the edge of her panties and her breath hitched “… to want to check the quality of the work at his hotel.”

I stroked her over the lace and felt her dampen for me. My beautiful, responsive Tessa. “You’re very soft. And very smooth.”

As I stroked her, she pressed her head back against my shoulder, her hips shifting restlessly.

I kept the blanket over us, and hooked a finger in her panties and dragged them down her legs.

“Ro…”

I loved hearing the need in her voice.

The need for me.

Her hand slid around my neck, her fingers biting into my skin. Her ass moved urgently on my lap.

I turned my head and claimed her mouth. I let her take the lead—her tongue in my mouth, thrusting deep, claiming me.

Groaning, I fought the urge to strip her naked and sink into her. My cock was throbbing painfully. A part of me was conscious that we were outside. I’d grown up with the press taking too much interest in my life. I’d seen pictures of my father in compromising positions that had made me want to bleach my eyes. I’d never put Tessa in that kind of situation.

I glanced around again. The terrace was private, but I wasn’t putting her on display. The blanket was staying firmly in place.

She squirmed, her hips moving in circles, grinding on my fingers and cock.

So damn hot and sexy.

I stroked her, then slid two fingers inside her. She gasped against my mouth.

“Is all this wet for me?”

“Yes,” she panted.

My mouth moved over hers and I kept playing with her pussy. I moved my damp fingers to rub her clit. She rocked on my hand and made sexy little noises.

“Oh God.” She bit my lip, panting against my mouth.

I turned her a little more, and my free hand pushed the V of her neckline apart. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts spilled out. I sucked one nipple into my mouth. She cried out, riding my hand with more urgency.

“You are so damn gorgeous.” My voice was a growl.

She ground down on my fingers. She was close.

“No, you aren’t coming on my hand. I need to be inside this needy, little pussy.”

She moaned. “Yes. I want you inside me.” Her pale skin was flushed, and then her hands were moving between us. She shoved my pants down and freed my cock.

Fuck. I gripped her hips, tilting her forward.